I was often looked down upon because of a huge birthmark on my face. Everything changed when a young man named Dave stepped inside my house.
“Can I please have some salt?” Dave asked, standing on my doorstep. When I returned with a jar of salt, he was inside, admiring my home. Furious, I told him to leave immediately.
Years ago, my grandfather’s illegitimate daughter claimed part of our house, leading my grandmother to an early death. Since then, I never let neighbors in. My stepfather also hated me for my birthmark, forcing my mother to choose between us. I moved away, but my boyfriend Paul’s family also rejected me and our child, Bob.
Returning to my grandparents’ house, Dave, the new neighbor, bonded with Bob. I initially distrusted him but overheard a conversation revealing Dave’s genuine kindness. He praised my beauty and supported Bob, despite my fears.
One evening, Dave confessed his love. “I love you, and you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met!” I tearfully accepted his proposal, and we married a few months later, blessed with a baby girl. Dave’s love transformed my life, proving beauty is beyond physical appearance.
